Euthanasia

Liu Zhiwei and Lu Yi used palm leaves and creeping vines to barely make two things that can be spread on the beach as beds.When Lu Yi tried to hang it between two trees to make a hammock, Liu Zhiwei dragged his "bed" towards Jon.

Jon couldn't move the air mattress by himself. He sat on the bed and watched Liu Zhiwei and Lu Yi as busy as ants, and the can of drink was empty.Seeing Liu Zhiwei walking towards him, he quickly lay back on the bed, pretending not to look at them.

Liu Zhiwei dragged the palm leaves and placed them next to Jon's air mattress, and looked at Jon who was watching the scenery artificially.

"Wearing sunglasses...can you see clearly?" Liu Zhiwei asked Jon hesitantly.

"Well, I can see clearly," said Jon, "to prevent the light from being too dazzling."

"..." Liu Zhiwei pointed to the sky, "It's already dark."

Jon: "..."

Liu Zhiwei dug the sand for a while to form a suitable sleeping bed shape, and then spread palm leaves on it, leaning into the natural sand.

After a day of exposure to the sun, the sandy soil was still warm, and the heat was transmitted to the skin through the leaves, which made Liu Zhiwei sigh in comfort.He rested his hands behind his head on the raised sand and looked up at the sky.The entire sky, which was a little red before, is now completely black.In the dark night, there are countless stars, and even the prosperous Milky Way can be seen.

Liu Zhiwei said again: "It's so beautiful."

"It's hard to see in the city." Jon didn't know when he quietly took off his sunglasses, and put his hands behind his head like Liu Zhiwei.

"You have to know that you can see the entire starry sky here," Jon said calmly, "After a while, the Orion constellation will become very conspicuous, and you will see your constellation."

Liu Zhiwei froze for a moment: "I am..."

"Taurus." Jon said, "Your fans have analyzed the zodiac speed dating between you and Cai Xue."

Liu Zhiwei: "..." What are you paying attention to! ?

"When I see these stars, I feel that everything is nothing," Jon said. "Be it life or dreams. Our entire planet may be just a small star in the eyes of others.

"At this time, I would feel that my only meaning in this world is to witness the existence of this planet, witness my existence, and witness the existence of my thoughts."

"René Descartes (Descartes)..." Liu Zhiwei said.

"Jepense, doncjesuis (I think therefore I am)," Jon said, "is one of the philosophical propositions that strikes me as illusory and as real as it does."

"Why?" Liu Zhiwei turned to look at Jon.The bonfire hadn't been extinguished yet, and the red light reflected Jon's side face, outlining a deep outline.

"I proved my existence," Jon said, "but what's the use of that. If everything subjective is unbelievable, and all senses are deceptive, what is the meaning of my existence? I Truly feeling that I exist, yet illusively aware that I am living within my own imagination—or, almost, within my own imagination. Everything I know comes from my senses, no matter how much I try to figure out what's going on in the outside world. Whether everything is real or not, there is no way to be sure that it is not my subjective conjecture."

"I don't understand." Liu Zhiwei said straightforwardly.

Jon curled his lips and smiled.

"But what's wrong with living in illusion?" Liu Zhiwei said.

Jon's smile faltered.

"Be it life or dreams. Even if this planet is just a star in the eyes of others, is the meaning of your existence really just to witness your existence?"

Jon couldn't help looking at Liu Zhiwei, Liu Zhiwei looked directly at the sky, his thoughts were as frank and simple as a piece of white paper, but Jon couldn't understand what kind of complicated issues he was thinking in his mind.

"Why can't you live in the illusion?" Liu Zhiwei said, "Why are you breaking away from your own illusion when you encourage me to realize my illusionary dream?"

Jon didn't speak.He has many frustrating ways to refute Liu Zhiwei, but he hopes that Liu Zhiwei can persuade him.

Liu Zhiwei sat up suddenly, came to Jon's side, and put his hands on the sides of his shoulders.

"Am I unreal to you?"

The stars above Jon's head were covered, and now above him was Liu Zhiwei's face.It was a very serious face, a unique face that Jon had never seen in the past thirty years.

"What's wrong with living in an illusion?" Liu Zhiwei's words began to circle in his mind.

Jon heard his heart beat faster.It got heavier and louder.The soft firelight shone on Liu Zhiwei's face, and the warm breeze blew on his hanging hair.

Jon heard his own heartbeat, and it was deafening.

It was late at night when Xu Ting returned home.He finished writing a very long personal summary in his own office in the studio, and edited the inquiry email to Li Qiang, which was scheduled to be sent the next morning.He is a very planned person and doesn't like being disrupted.But Lau Chi Wai always messed up his plans - both for the better and for the worse.

What's even more strange is that even though Liu Zhiwei always messed up his plans, Xu Ting was not too angry.

After a night of self-reflection in the office, Xu Ting decided to sort out all Liu Zhiwei's information and necessary interpersonal relationships again, so as not to let Liu Zhiwei wander freely.

Xu Ting's entire house was clean and quiet, and the furniture was quite satisfactory, all of the same style that had been selected in advance.Only necessary furniture, nothing unnecessary.

—He left in such a hurry that he didn't have enough time or money to buy other decorations.

After putting down the computer bag, Xu Ting opened the kitchen and subconsciously went to get the beer, but his hand stopped halfway.

—Three bottles of beer are missing from the cupboard.

Xu Ting closed the door of the refrigerator, took off his slippers, and walked to the corridor silently wearing only his socks.There are four rooms on both sides of the corridor, a study room, a bedroom, a bathroom, and a storage room.

The door of the study room was ajar, but there was no one inside, and the bathroom light was on, but there was no one there either.The storage room is too full to fit anyone, only—

Xu Ting suddenly opened the bedroom door.

A man was lying on his bed. There were two empty beer cans lying down under the bed, and the man on the bed was still holding one in his hand.Men in professional suits with beards protruding from their chins and ties in a mess.

Xu Ting clenched his back teeth, furious, stepped forward two steps, grabbed the man on the bed by the collar and growled, "Wish, how did you come into my house?"

The man narrowed one eye with difficulty, and burped Xu Ting full of alcohol.There was definitely more than just beer in that belch.

Xu Ting's expression changed, he grabbed the other person's arm and dragged him out, and dragged him into the bathroom.

The man stumbled and followed Xu Ting, his face pale, and the second Xu Ting brought him to the toilet, he threw up while grabbing the toilet.

The stench made Xu Ting faint.Xu Ting turned on the exhaust fan, stepped out the door, closed the bathroom door, and locked the door with the key inserted in the door twice.

The sound of vomiting still kept coming from the crack of the door, and Xu Ting's stomach started to churn when he heard it.He went back to his bedroom and saw that the man's bag was still on the floor, and the bed was a mess.

Xu Ting stared at the bag for a while, then took two steps forward to pick it up, and pulled out a stack of documents from it.

"Competitor, it's delivered to your door, don't read it for nothing." He opened the document through gritted teeth, glanced at ten lines, and quickly scanned it.

Five minutes later, Xu Ting heard a knock on the bathroom door: "Tingting...open the door..."

The veins on Xu Ting's temples were all bulging. He dropped his bag abruptly, walked quickly to the bathroom, and kicked the door: "Fuck your sister, who the hell is your Ting Ting!"

The man inside continued to knock on the door softly and unconsciously: "Open the door..."

Xu Ting clenched his fists and walked around the whole house to make sure that the other party hadn't entered his other rooms or touched any of his neatly arranged things - that was of course impossible.

The study room was turned into a mess, the clothes and bedding in the locker were all swept on the floor, and the other party came in wearing shoes, so the floor was full of footprints that could not be seen at first glance, but could be found after careful observation.

Xu Ting spent an hour cleaning up the messy house.Then he walked into the bedroom, closed the door and lay down under the quilt as if there was no living person in the bathroom.Not long after the lights were turned off, he still heard the faint voice in the silence: "Tingting...it's so cold..."

Xu Ting didn't move.

The sound disappeared.

Xu Ting nestled under the warm quilt with his ears pricked up for three seconds, then he turned over abruptly in the silence: "Fuck!"

In Xu Ting's entire house, only the bedroom has a bed.Luckily he just bought himself a sofa last week.When he opened the door of the bathroom, he found the man sitting on the cold floor tiles, his head resting on the washing machine, half asleep and half awake.Xu Ting looked the man up and down.The beard is unshaven, the whole body smells of alcohol, the hair has not been washed for a few days, and the gel is dry on it, and the dandruff comes out as soon as it gets messy.

Xu Ting didn't even want to touch the other party, let alone lend him a quilt.

The man reluctantly raised his eyelids, and mumbled, "Cold..."

Xu Ting looked at his clothes again.

The simplest three-piece suit, even if the suit is thick, can't keep out the cold.

His house doesn't have underfloor heating, and he doesn't like to turn on the air conditioner. Sitting there for one night may lead him directly to the hospital.

Xu Ting gritted his teeth and weighed it for a while, before stepping forward and dragging the man up, and slipping him onto the sofa in the living room.The man turned over on the sofa and rolled down.

Xu Ting didn't want to touch him anymore, so he took out a spare quilt from the locker and threw it on him, then turned around and flushed the toilet.He looked at the watch on his wrist while rushing.

It's two o'clock in the morning.

He should be sleeping long ago, but he's still cleaning a drunk man's toilet.

fuck you.